In the morning
The day felt short before it started.
You woke already behind.
List running.
Pressure building.
The sense that time was slipping before your feet touched the floor.
But look back honestly.
The slow scroll through nothing.
The second coffee.
The hours lost to hesitation dressed as planning.
There was time.
You spent it rehearsing stress instead of doing the work.
The shortage wasn't real.
You manufactured it.
The day felt short before it started. But the shortage was invented. You had the hours. You spent them rehearsing stress.
